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Articles: Devotion | The Bliss of His presence
- Prof. venkata ramanamurty mallajosyula
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Baba says: 'Why meditate? Do your work. Only don't distinguish between work and workship. Don't say that this is my work and that is God's work. Take everything as God's work only. That is real meditation.'
Baba gives much practical advice to each member of the family. When my mother once threatened to come and live in the Ashram, He said, 'No need to come here, Amma. Your duty is to serve your husband. Do that.' And she did it till the day my father died.
How The Divine Works!
I would like to narrate a few miraculous events, which took place in my own experience. One evening, I was at the Delhi airport, waiting for a flight to Hyderabad. The flight had been delayed and I had a few hours to kill. After walking up and down for some time, I thought I would request for Baba's help.
I sent an inward prayer to Swami, 'Baba! Please create some drama. Let my waiting period be enlivened somehow.' As I opened my eyes, I noticed a young man pushing a wheelchair, in which an old lady sat. He obviously had a problem. I saw him go from functionary to functionary, but no one seemed to be in a mood to help him. I decided to intervene. As he passed by, I called out, 'Excuse me, Sir! Do you have any problem?' He was obviously relieved. He was from Bulgaria. His mother had cancer. He had brought her to India for treatment. He found that the pedestal of the wheelchair had broken loose. Without it, his mother could not keep her feet on a pedestal as the wheelchair moved. He wanted someone to repair the pedestal.
Where would I find a repairman in the airport departure lounge? The problem seemed insoluble. I decided to try the constable in-charge of security, who was x-raying the hand-baggage. 'No, Sir', he said, 'There is no such facility of repairs available in the airport.'
I turned back. Suddenly his companion who was looking at the incoming baggage shouted, 'Sir, wait!’ I was tensed. What now? The cop held an offending piece of baggage that had crossed his x-ray screen. 'What is this?' he demanded. A meek looking person claimed ownership. 'Please open the bag. Sir, we have to search it.'
The man was puzzled, but complied. The bag was unzipped. From its entrails, the cop took out what looked like a tool-kit. 'What is this?' he wanted to know. The man said, 'It is my set of tools.' 'Does it belong to you?' the cop asked. 'Yes', said the man. 'Can you use these tools?' the cop enquired. 'Yes,' said the man. 'Can you set this wheelchair right?' asked the cop. Again the mand said, 'Yes', after looking at the pedestal in the young man's hand.
The man suited the action to the word and within a few minutes had set the wheelchair right. The cop gave him the bag and the man moved ahead. When I looked for him a few minutes later, he had vanished!
Meanwhile, the youth had struck a conversation with me. I wanted to know which doctor was going to treat his mother. 'No, not a doctor', he said, 'All doctors have said there is no treatment'. 'Then where are you going?” I asked. He was looking for one Sathya Sai Baba.
I was intrigued. He was going to Sai. 'Who is he', I asked him, now enjoying the fun. 'How did you come to know about Him?' He said he had friends who had been to India. They said that Christ had been reborn in India and He could heal incurable diseases. So he had started for India. Did he know where Baba lived? 'No', he admitted, 'But they said when you reach Hyderabad, someone will tell you.'
I looked in my purse. A few months back, Baba had in an interview given me one of His materializations - a visiting card with His photograph and full address. It was a treasured possession, but did I need it? I decided to give the card to him. On the reverse, I wrote a letter to a friend, 'If you are in Puttaparthi, do guide this gentleman.'
A man standing next to me whipped out a railway time-table. 'You will get a train for Puttaparthi at such and such time tomorrow afternoon,' he volunteered and wrote out the details on a piece of paper for him. Another man asked, “Where are you staying?' 'I have no place', the young man admitted. The man said he knew a good hotel, reasonably priced, located near the railway station. 'And as I am passing that way, I can give you and your mother a lift up to the hotel.'
Our flight was announced and left some minutes thereafter. Later, I learnt from my friend that the Bulgarian had been given an interview by Swami, and the mother's cancer was cured.
Overwhelming Omniscience
A dramatic instance of Baba's omniscience was exhibited one day, when in a long interview with Him we had exhausted all the family subjects. As Baba showed no impatience, our courage grew. My mother said, 'Baba, there is a neighbour of ours. He has got paralysis recently...' Before she could finish, Baba said, 'Yes, Amma. A sad case. He lost his young son when he was only 25. The trauma was so much, he developed hypertension. He has had a paralytic attack, but he will recover. Only his right leg and hand will remain affected for life.'
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